It is hard to remember the summer when there are four to six feet of snow on the ground and it is nearly April. This has been one of the worst winters most folks around here can remember and it is bad, for sure. But, because it is not pleasant, because it caused hardship and because it was as it was, the summer will be all the more welcome. The long days that move into splendorous nights with warm breezes, the little creek out back of the house babbling its merry way along the hillside and valley, the beavers slapping their tails on the pond and simply loving to be alive, yes, summer has its lures. Without the winter, summer would not be nearly so appreciated. I am grateful today, thinking of the peace of the summer and giving thanks for the cold winter. The warm fire is tantalizing and keeps the little farmhouse comfortable in winter. While I sometimes would like to cocoon all day near its heat, I must tend to my critters who depend on me for their survival in this climate. This gives my life purpose and the winter gives me a challenge. Really, it all works together for a peaceful heart. Now off to bed, where it is warm and waiting....